WRONG MARRIAGE

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Zalfa saw Arkhan's forehead frowning as the man observed Zalfa's hand movements removing the medical equipment. Arkhan was suspicious.

“Mas Arkhan!” Zalfa whispered expectantly. “This is a police plan.” Somehow Zalfa lightly said that sentence. Zalfa tells Arkhan that he is in danger.

“I'm fine.” Zalfa got up and showed his condition that he was in good health. Even if she now seems a little unhealthy, it is only because of the condition of her body that is weak due to hormonal changes in the first trimester of pregnancy.

Arkhan did not care about Zalfa's explanation. His eyes stared at Zalfa's face. He removed the mask and threw it in any direction. Then he landed a kiss on Zalfa's lips. Then, he hugged his wife.

Zalfa felt a tight hug that Arkhan did not seem to want to take off.

“Tell me that if you take good care of yourself, I just need your explanation about it,” whispered Arkhan as if he didn't care if after this, he would be caught.

“Yes, I'm fine.”

Arkhan took off a hug, looked at Zalfa's face and rubbed that face with his fingers. “We've been separated for a long time. Now I don't care about anything, I only care about one thing, you and our baby.” Arkhan knew that the room Zalfa occupied was right in the middle of the building, there were no windows or anything that connected the room with other rooms or access exits, Arkhan could only go outside through the door where he had been through. And obviously, he's under surveillance.

Zalfa grabbed Arkhan's hand, sticking the man's palm onto his cheek.

“If we're going to split up for good, I just want one thing, take good care of your content. Take care of our son until he is born and call me father.” Arkhan spoke lightly.

“Do not talk like that. Please don't say anything!” Zalfa said nothing. The whole word seemed to have been swallowed up in the heart. Her cry broke with her head lowered and her body trembled.

The position of the two did not change until several people entered and one of them put handcuffs on Arkhan's right hand while saying, “You are arrested!” The handcuffs held Arkhan's right hand together with the left hand of the man in the black jacket.

Arkhan did not turn at all to the source of the voice. His eyes were still focused on Zalfa's face, which also looked back into his eyes. Zalfa's tears were seeping incessantly. The two continued to exchange glances until Arkhan felt his right hand being pulled and he followed some people who pushed his body out of the room.

The view between Zalfa and Arkhan was cut off as Arkhan disappeared behind the door. Zalfa's cries were breaking. Her chest is so tight. How sad it is to see her husband being brought back to the cell to account for his mistake.

Yes, Zalfa knew Arkhan was guilty. Zalfa also knew that Arkhan had to account for his actions. But is this what he should feel? Is this the risk of loving a mafia? Lord, give a little strength to Zalfa to breathe. His chest is tight and sick. Even breathing is difficult. Zalfa placed his palm on the floor to balance his body so as not to collapse. He didn't even know from when his body was already in a restful position on the floor.

Zalfa rushed outside shortly after snatching her phone at the table. With lightning-fast steps, he ran down the hospital corridor. No matter the busyness around, on the people passing by, on the driven bed, as well as the people sitting in the waiting chair. Sometimes he collides with people passing by. Then he ran back to the outside and saw Arkhan put in the car.

“Arkhaaaan..!” Zalfa shouted and chased. But not until Zalfa's hand reached the door of the car that Arkhan was riding, the car was already moving.

Zalfa could only watch the moving car leave the hospital area. His head lowered as he felt the fluid flowing through his thighs, breaking through to his ankles. The blood?

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